It was extremely difficult to forgive myself after my night in jail. As I had predicted, I beat myself up constantly. At the same time, life had to go on. I worked, and I hid. Very few people knew about my arrest. Those who did were extremely supportive, loving and encouraging. Still, I worried. It was hard to put the fear of the unknown out of my mind.
I hired a lawyer to help me with my court case. I was done doing things on my own. My “do it yourself” divorce was emotionally, physically and spiritually exhausting. I knew I needed help to get through the misdemeanor as smartly as possible. I owed it to myself, and my new life, to treat myself right.
I hoped and prayed for a reduced sentence, but all I could do was wait for my court date in May.
In the meantime, I spent a lot of time alone. I poured out my pain and brokenness as I started to process my divorce. It was finally final, yet I felt more confused than ever.
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Sunday morning and I’m hiding. Why am I hiding? I’m afraid. Why am I afraid? What is happening? I think (I’m feeling) the brevity of the divorce, working, my mistakes, my infractions, hopes, curiosities, deep desires…why do I constantly look at all men’s left hands? Seemingly, all the good ones are taken. Why do I feel like I’m never going to get married or have a baby? Like I missed my chance?
My pride is in the way. Pride and fear. Pride, fear and shame. Forgive me, Lord. I am such a big piece of crap, and without You I am not even worthy of being a thought of crap.
I am tired. Weary. Spent. Don’t have energy. Need rest. Need You desperately. May You be blessed by my heart and worship, O Lord.
(I feel like) my obsession with wanting someone has become idolatry. Wanting this “perfect” relationship because my marriage to X was so hard in the end. And that there is this mythical, perfect person out there.
Why am I OK being alone? Because I am protecting myself from hurt and pain. I don’t want to be hurt again. Terrified of a broken heart.
If I have feelings for someone then it all goes to pot. I end up rejected, or not treated very well. So, I’m hiding. I’m hiding and I will continue to isolate myself. I feel crazy. Lord, I need help. I acknowledge my desperate need for You; for grace and redemption. I confess my jealousy of people who have strong marriages and beautiful children; who have people other than themselves for which to live.
Got a message from an online dating guy who thanked me for my honesty and “thoroughness”. He acknowledged me as a woman of God. Oh, Lord, would that be so. I can’t think of a greater compliment.
I am divorced. I am divorced. I am divorced.
Who am I kidding? How on earth will I overcome a divorce, relationship issues, desires, how? You will carry me. How will I get through next weekend? The rest of tax season? Court?
God, I’m sorry that I keep looking to see Your blessings and cease to recognize You, the Giver. I should be seeking You with all my heart. Am I doing this? Am I just expecting results instead of waiting for You?
I confuse myself.
I am struggling, Lord. I’m trying to get up and do all this on my own. “Look at me, Jesus! Look what I can do!” But the truth is, I can’t do ANYTHING. Nothing. I can’t even open my mouth to speak or sing without You.
You have given me gifts because of Your abundant grace.
PAIN. Pain in my heart. New healing, new awareness of who I am and who God is.
Happiness is not found in another person; a circumstance; an opportunity. Completeness is found in Christ alone.
Why does it take me sinking to the floor of the valley to realize this; to rest in it? At the same time, it is OK to long for — or even be afraid of — a relationship. It has been a year since I left X. And healing has come but I am sure there is much further to go. I don’t want to hear people tell me I’m not ready because I so much want to be.
But my heart knows. I have to heal.
I’m so unworthy of You, Lord. I hide my face in shame. How can I even begin to grasp the breadth and depth of Your grace? OH, GOD, I am restless. So very restless. I don’t know how to be content.
What can I do, but thank You?
What can I do, but give my life to You?
I long to be pursued, I long for a man to know me. I long to have that moment – “did I just meet you?”
I am so broken. So broken. I hurt, I grieve, I ache. I cannot find purpose. I need You. I just want to heal.
Learning to live day-to-day is probably the singular, most difficult thing I have done yet. I am trying not to worry about upcoming events; trying not to plan or control my future. I can’t do it. I cannot live on my own, without Your grace and mercy; without Your blessing. How can I even get out of bed in the morning without Your grace?
With You, I can face anything.